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Isaiah looks happy.

I feel happy.

“I do.” I do feel happy.

My head feels heavy, so I rest it against Isaiah’s chest.

His arm feels heavy around my waist.

It’s cold outside again.

I bury my face into him.

The sun is bright.

Isaiah is bright.

Yellow.

I bet his favorite color is yellow.

Yellow is such a weird word.

The flash from a camera is yellow.

“I married the girl I’ve been obsessed with for years.”

Obsessed is a weird word too.

I’m obsessed with how soft this pillow is.

My new shoes are so cute.

Isaiah is so cute too.

I’ll never tell him that.

Chapter 5

Isaiah

The ringing coming from the other side of the room goes straight from my ears to my pounding head. It’s the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.

I think it’s a phone. I don’t know whose it is, but they better fucking shut it off so I can sleep.

No one shuts it off. It continues to ring and ring until it finally pushes through to voicemail, only for another call to come through and the ringing starts again.

Someone at my side grumbles, voicing the annoyance I feel.

My eyes shoot open. Someone is at my side... in my bed.

I slowly turn in that direction to find a woman lying on her stomach.

What the fuck?

No, no, no. Regret churns in my gut.

Eight months of waiting for—

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